White Christmas is one of my all-time favorite films of always, perhaps because every year since forever I've quietly wished for snow on Christmas morning. Which, yeah... No. Quite on the contrary, actually. Christmas day is usually the hottest day of the month.

Someday, Bing. Someday.

Wouldn't it be lovely to live inside a Bing Crosby movie? Where everyone sings and dances and wears darling hats to wave goodbye to unrequited lovers at train stations? I think so.